Got off work today at noon. I don’t mind getting up at 5 am if it means I’m home much earlier. Good tips today. Meeting Andy for lunch before he goes to work; he works 5-9. Had a lot of coffee this morning, but it’s wearing off I think …

Listening to “The Pearl,” by Harold Budd & Brian Eno. It’s so ambient that I could listen to it every day & probably not get tired of it. I play it very quietly. I can sort of see outside through the slats in the window, sitting at the computer at my desk. A sunny, crisp day. Pleasingly cold. Autumn is still here. October passed so quickly & I did so little writing. I haven’t written a good poem in months. If I could write one now, I’d feel tremendously satisfied. I wonder if I’ll rent a movie tonight. No end of things to see. Don’t feel like reading Duras right now.